Aidan had just finished the last of his book keeping from the previous year as he shifted around papers on his desk in his suite of rooms. He had decorated his rooms to be as homelike as possible so he felt like he was back home in Scotland, when he heard a very soft voice. He had asked his grandsire earlier if his main squeeze could have access to the house, but she hadn't told him yea or nay. As he left the rooms to find the owner of the voice, clearly feminine in origin, he pulled his cell phone and put in a call to his accountant. In years previous he hadn't needed to bother with a professional accountant, but since he had become increasingly successful with the string of horses he trained, it had become a necessity. He finally entered the foyer to see Rina standing there. He broke out into a smile "Aboot time ye gat in tae the haudin, Rina." He shook his head "That grandsire o' mah suir is a verra sneaky ane. She ne'er told mah aye nor nay."